Honey

That year was no symphony, always another scene, my partner out of harmony, a photographer of the dead, and unashamed functional streams, wants to give it a rest, all our could have been's, are dazzled by the sea, radiotherapy changes everything, I always failed the test, difficult to find a new identity, when other lies have spread, do poets get longevity, or rage about midstream, when it's time to leave, a laughter not too deep, dreams of heaven and ice cream, lipstick, Guiness busy as bees, praying for some peace.